Week 25: Destination Unknown

Shit, I don’t know what to do.  I am seriously reconsidering this plan.  What if I just make things worse?  What if Mike, faced with the prospects of Matthew trying to escape, decides to set another trap for me with Matthew as bait?  Or decides it is easier to just kill Matthew rather than drag along a prisoner.  Or worse yet, decides to infect Matthew.

Fuck it.  I just can’t do it.  As long as he has Matthew, Mike is calling the shots.  And I really screwed things up good because we can’t travel north through Santee which would be the obvious route to take.  Instead we’ll have to take an alternate route and not raise any suspicions.

Assuming that Matthew believes I am dead and is not already a prisoner.  Assuming that Mike is in indeed following us and not just trying to get to North Carolina.  Basically assuming a whole shit load of things that I have no way of knowing.  There are just too many unknowns.

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I took Matthew’s mouthpiece out and stared at it for a long while.  I tried to imagine him sitting beside me playing his French Horn.  I could almost hear it.

I decided to thread a piece of string through the mouthpiece and wear it like a necklace.  I hope that doesn’t seem weird to Brenda.  It just makes me feel better to be able to look down and see it.

Barry Tuckwell - Horn Concerto No. 1

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